Considering the disgustingly long time it had been since Regulus had set foot in Diagon Alley, he was incredibly surprised to see that the rows of shops had barely changed. Sure there were a few new stores here and there, but most of the ones he saw as he walked were the same as the ones from his youth. It was sort of like time didn't exist in the alley. It was also sort of unnerving.
Strolling casually down one of the many still familiar streets, it started to become clear that there were subtle differences here and there. It only took a quick glance into a few shops to notice that the people manning the counters were different, younger faces than the last time he'd been there. Some of the paint that had been peeling was renewed. There were little things here and there that showed him time did actually carry on, even while he was off in the middle of nowhere. It was strange.
He was rounding a corner, eyes anywhere but in front of him. It was his first mistake and the only one he'd hopefully make today. He'd made enough mistakes already to last him a lifetime at this rate. More was only putting more nails in the coffin.
Post by SOLOMON CALLAHAN on Feb 16, 2017 11:12:49 GMT -6
Solomon had been working hard at his job. There were only a few people he liked dealing with in the world and he was pretty sure he worked with none of them. There was about one of his coworkers that he was fine with and that was mostly because they never talked. Maybe he'd be fine just being around a couple of the other people in the ministry because they never talked to him about anything at all. Which was nice. Who ever wanted to talk to people?
Solomon was wandering around without too much trouble. Diagon Alley was really nice. But he was sort of zoned out as he bumped into someone else. It wasn't horrible or anything. "Sorry about that." And he slowly moved back from the guy. He wasn't going to go about making new friends or anything. He didn't see a point in it.